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Will Ambros |
Wear me proudly, As I'm the air you breathe. Without me, love's a figment, Love's a sickled, dying leaf. Understanding. Flaunt me profusely, As I'm the water to your tongue. Without me, love's a fairy tale, Love's a battle never won. Tolerance. Display me brilliantly, As I'm the knowledge to your soul. Without me, love's a bard, With not a story to be told. And so, With said advice imparted, Take heed to what's been stated. Adhere to all these rules of thumb, And love can be created. |
